Lafcadio
Kibosh
3.9
Synopsis:
When you reach blindly into the Metal Review album bin, you occasionally grab some undiscovered gem like Sword Towards Self, The Pax Cecilia, Be’lakor and such. Other times you pull out a handful of shit.
Review:
Much like a bands I reviewed here last year, Verse and Radiation, Mabus and The Taste of Silver, Indiana’s Lafcadio play a form of spazzy, techy, discordant screamy metal laced with a few experimental injections and ambient sections that do nothing more than break up the contrived, post Dillinger noise. By the way, simply name dropping Dillinger, Mr. Bungle and King Crimson does not make you a band that sounds like those three mixed together.
At a brisk 28 minutes, this release is thankfully short and thankfully forgetful with seven tracks of scattershot, chaotic noise and squealing spurts of so called ‘tech’ metal, with the occasional, supposed experimental interlude or number. Those moments are truthfully better than the actual tech metal, as mindlessly flailing tracks like “If Someone Asks You If You Are A God Say Yes”, “Fat Camp Panty Raid”, “Don’t Make Me Fight You Old Man” and “The Kibosh Occision”are the metal equivalent of a sneezing fit, just without the snot.
The more ambient tracks like parts of “Freewillynelsonmandela” and “Waldo the Silver Fish” show some promise in the realms of more introspective and moody pieces, but ultimately they are few and far between and only serve to break up the inane, clichéd and often annoying noise. The fact is, despite the hordes of MySpace generation bands playing this style, I have actually heard better and that tells you how bad this is.
Of course the song titles (I get it, you're sooooo goofy, unconventional and off the wall) and cover will put off most readers of this site, but if you actually dare to unwrap the actual music, you’ll realize that this form of music has to die… soon. Please. Starting with Lafcadio.
